Vistas of the past are all around me,A gallery of memories long gone.Love in all its variants surrounds me,Embracing every scene I look upon.Now is no more near to me than then.Time is not a highway but a roomIn which all moments mingle, mine again.Nor can I tell the temple from the tomb.Enduring through this chaos is your love,'Mid memories the thing that is most real.So may my heart through loss and longing move,Delivered by a fortune I can feel.As I roll upon that restless sea,You are the anchor holding me to me.